And when they sat down in the morning
to bowls of cold cereal, each in turn
would notice the blades of a ceiling fan
spinning at the bottom of their spoons,
small enough to swallow, yet no one
ever mentioned it, neither looking up
nor into each other's eyes for fear
of feeding the hunger that held them there.
Monday, March 9, 2009
timothy liu
Sunday, by Timothy Liu
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I love this idea and completely sympathize with your love of sketch book pages.
ReplyDeleteIt's so real mannnn. haha
Ah.. I'm sorry Timothy... I couldn't figure out how to comment on her actual blog entry.
ReplyDeleteHunger can make the most complex organisms forget the simplest details in the final moments.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem for I love how it creates an particular image I can barely describe.
i can see you having a lot of trees and plants in your backyard :P
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